This song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym class
We got your back - detract your malefactors
All you in the back unite like Thundercats
Get up, Get up cause we`re fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We`ll be singin the song
Bring it on,Bring it on,Bring it on
It`s a sentimental journey,
presenting sentiments of resentments that will burn me.
Unearthing our sharp knives turning slowly blunt.
My role is to unfold so i gotta Face the front.
I used to spend my days,
Dazed and Confused.
Sixteen year underdog
still dawning underoos.
Sorry bout my style
i know my flow sounds used,
Depicted and directed
by the likes of John Huges.
We recycle recitles of enemies and idols.
Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael
I lack plan or title just one of the boys.
On islands and islands of Misfit toys.
Get up, Get up cause we`re fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We`ll be singin the song
Bring it on,Bring it on,Bring it on
My field of dreams was a parking lot,
With hot shots doing doughnuts
pissin off the grownups.
Me on the side
writing unrequited love letters,
That I would send
to my imaginary girlfriend.
I had to pretend cuz
I never played football,
The kid drafted last
pick at the wall.
To ease the monotony
of everybody mockin me,
Spend time
tootin rhymes like botany.
Now what i wanna be -
What you wanna be?
To be famous,
I claim this
try to gain this.